In Memory of the Scribe

I told Trusk about the news I read in the paper about the death of Lucian. He took the news quietly and that seemed to break the ice to speak on the Scribe. A conversation not avoided persay, but a conversation not yet had. I asked him if Luc had told him of our past and yes, he had. Trusk had curbed what he would say in respect to Lucian but he did listen to me speak on the past. The scribe had taken a damaged creature and showed her she had something good inside so very long ago. I grew as a person with him but I have the knack of picking men short on patience and attention span. It was a good time in my life and I have never regretted it.

I laid awake staring at dark ceiling, a trip through the memories. He made an impact on my life and I hope I brought some sort of lasting memory to his. The moody Scribe in crumpled clothing, scruffed down in a curled half sit laying position, scowling in thought. That was the first glimpse I had of him. I approached him full of that Port Karian fire that their women are known for. Two personalities not even close in compatability but we seemed to give each other something we needed. He was a good owner and he brought the better of me outward.

Tal, Lucian Simon, Scribe of Ar and Port Kar. I thank you for the time we had, please be well..